Xyrin Empire-Chapter 1380: Soul Restoration

(In celebration of Double Eleven, I was originally planning to take a break...)

After dinner, Qianqian couldn’t sit still at home and forcefully dragged me out for a walk. Seeing that it was still early, around 8:30 PM—perfect for a stroll and visiting the night market—I decided to join her. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Though Earth’s cities can’t compare to a place like Shadow City, seeing Qianqian so cheerful along the way, I suppose as long as I’m with her, she can find excitement in a city park that rivals the Amazon Basin.

Speaking of which, I’m always running around, and the distance I wander each day has become incredible. I even just took a trip to the Divine Realm, and yet, it’s been a long time since I’ve strolled around my own neighborhood. Today, stepping out the door, I even felt a moment of unfamiliarity. The small market owner enthusiastically greeted me: "Hey, haven’t seen you in a while, back from a business trip?"

...Actually, the truth was just as they said.

As usual on our shopping trips, Qianqian always runs ahead. Our destination changes with her shifting attention. She might linger for half an hour at a street food stall, suddenly decide to count stars in the park, or, midway through star counting, run excitedly to see the colorful bearded men selling Tibetan knives nearby. Regardless of where we go, I follow with a smile, and just need to tactfully decline suggestions like "How about we go to the White House to scare Obama?"

This girl has a magical power; being around her makes people feel like they’ve entered a small world with a rhythm completely different from their surroundings. As Qianqian and I walked down the bustling commercial street, it was lively all around, yet our world extended only two meters in radius. This is likely why no one else can match Qianqian’s rhythm: there’s simply no other primate that can keep up with her pace.

Qianqian was very happy, but even someone as carefree as she noticed something awkward: we had a third wheel...

Sister Bing’s body followed closely behind, expressionless and silent. Regardless of where Qianqian and I went, every time I turned around, I’d see those dead-fish eyes staring right back. At first, I worried we’d lose this brainless version of Sister Bing if we walked too fast. Now, I even suspect that even if Qianqian and I suddenly dashed off to Brazil, her body would dig a hole through Earth’s Core and continue following us.

Thus, our stroll turned into a threesome.

As we walked, I noticed something strange about the atmosphere—there were many curious eyes around us, and the number of onlookers behind us was noticeably increasing. Although no one got too close, it was clear they were following out of curiosity.

My first thought was that Bingdisi’s appearance was the issue, but I quickly remembered not to worry about that: the Dark Goddess’s distinctive image can’t be presented directly to regular people. Her ankle-length silver hair and blood-red eyes would attract patrol officers if they appeared on the streets past 8:30 PM, especially since she was expressionless and her steps were unsteady now. If I led her directly outside, we’d need to scatter realgar wine as we went—so she’s covered by a long-lasting illusion technique for disguise. Her appearance to ordinary people is that of an ordinary long-haired young woman, with her face partially concealed by her hair to lower her presence. So, her appearance was fine.

However, the issue soon became clear: to outsiders, it looked like I was out for a stroll with my girlfriend, while half a meter behind us trailed a Stepford-style resentful woman resembling Zhenzi... Realizing this, a shiver ran down my spine, and I understood why despite Bingdisi’s disguise, we were still attracting a crowd.

So Qianqian and I quickly reached an understanding, each grabbing one of Bingdisi’s arms and gently guiding her forward. As we walked, Qianqian carefully instructed: "Slow down, okay, left foot... right foot... that’s it, don’t rush, we’ll be home soon..."

I smiled apologetically to the onlookers: "She suffered brain damage from drug poisoning as a child, just taking her out for some fresh air..."

The crowd dispersed, while Bingdisi’s soul furiously ranted in Spiritual Connection: "Your brain is broken! Yours and hers—both broken! Can’t you come up with a more credible explanation?!"

Finally, we managed to lead Bingdisi to a quiet park, while the soul of this Rogue Goddess kept ranting, making us burst out laughing, doubling over until I finally calmed down first, looking seriously at Bingdisi’s dead-fish-eyed Golden Body: "Forget it, with her here, we better not go out. Running into a group of drama-watching aunties is one thing, but being mistaken for abducting a disabled girl by some overzealous righteous people wouldn’t be fun."

Bingdisi continued her furious tirade: "You’re the ones disabled! Both of you are!"

Our night out with Qianqian thus ended anticlimactically. Back home, we recounted this little episode to the family, amidst Sister Bing’s frustrated protests, Sandora recorded the incident in the Empire’s History, and then it was about time to sleep. Then... something extraordinary happened.

Just like before we left, Qianqian and Sandora came into the room with pillows for a "sleepover session." I lay between them, imagining myself to be a righteous and pure young man, and then... as many might have guessed, the bedroom door opened.

The dead-fish-eyed Sister Bing, wearing pajamas (courtesy of Anwina), came over unfazed and familiarly climbed into bed right in front of the wide-eyed Sandora and Qianqian—shoving Qianqian off in the process.

Because, honestly, the bed is only so big—it was already overcapacity with three people. With Bingdisi added, there was just no way. Qianqian stood on the floor, dumbfounded at seeing Bingdisi lying in her spot, as her face slowly darkened.

"There are actually complicated reasons behind this..." Embracing a sense of resignation, I sat up, giving the body of Sister Bing lying beside me a good-natured shove, "She’s completely bound to me now: even when sleeping..."

Sandora and Qianqian sat across from me, holding their pillows with serious expressions, while beside me lay the even more serious—rather expressionless—dead-fish-eyed Bingdisi. I had to explain clearly to these two powerhouses why there was another person on the bed and convince them that nothing inappropriate happened between me and the 36E-sized sister over the past few days. There’s an activity called extreme survival in this world, which includes giving birth on Xizhimen Overpass, robbing a bank on police payday, spending a night at a gay bar, or my current situation.

The only thing that reassured me was my clear conscience, so I wiped the cold sweat from my brow and explained the situation I encountered in the Divine Realm to Sandora and Qianqian, including the details about Bingdisi’s peculiar parents...

Fifteen minutes later, I looked at Sandora and Qianqian with eyes of resignation: "Would you mind putting your pillows down?"

I was genuinely worried they’d unexpectedly hurl their pillows at forty times the speed of sound—given their arm strength, that wasn’t impossible.

Qianqian raised her face slightly to an angle of forty-five degrees to gaze at the ceiling, her expression particularly sorrowful: "But four people can’t fit on the bed!"

Sandora and I were dumbfounded simultaneously; it never occurred to us that her conflicted worries were about how four people could sleep together on one bed. What can you say about having such a wife? Anyway, phrases like "sharing a big bed," "decadence," and "moral decay" flashed in my mind in quick succession, though only as fleeting thoughts since I understand Qianqian isn’t entirely thoughtless. She simply believes some things don’t need worrying over, so she doesn’t bother with unnecessary concerns. Seemingly simple-minded, she might actually possess great wisdom in seeming simplicity—she knew from the start that nothing requiring censorship was happening between Bingdisi and me.

Grow up together, Qianqian likely understands me better than I know myself; that’s the power of childhood companionship.

The crisis at hand thus passed. Sandora, of course, also knew that nothing would happen between Bingdisi and me, especially with this brainless version of Bingdisi. Still, she couldn’t help muttering, "That’s true, but I still need to watch over you guys, right?"

What happened next was particularly bizarre: the three of us gathered around the corpse-like Bingdisi and began discussing how the four of us could sleep on one bed. Meanwhile, Bingdisi’s soul continuously contributed ideas through Spiritual Connection, and no one found this topic inappropriate—even though under normal standards, merely bringing it up would be deemed morally bankrupt. We were enthusiastically discussing, full of energy, and without considering prior causes and effects, just talking about our current topic could label us as wanton and debauched...

Finally, Qianqian pulled out a piece of paper and, using her geometry skills on par with Dingdang’s, designed a distribution for four people. She finally found a way for everyone to squeeze onto the bed. It’s simply a genius plan, the only flaw being that I need to be divided into four parts to fill the empty corners of the bed...

At this moment, the black suitcase under the windowsill suddenly popped open, and a 92.3 cm tall little girl sat up from it, shaking her fist angrily in this direction: "Are you guys going to sleep or not? It’s night-time, stop chattering. If you don’t sleep, some people need to, okay!"

I was stunned, shrugged my shoulders, and dejectedly got down to the floor with my pillow and blanket: "Forget it, I’ll just sleep on the floor..."

Lord Bing’s body then jumped down immediately, lying stiffly on the floor like a zombie.

I could see Qianqian and Sandora still wanted to say something; they seemed unsatisfied, with awkward yet smiling faces. Clearly, from the start, these two hadn’t intended to seriously discuss anything—they were just messing around. But now it was really late, I gestured to the two girls: "You two hurry up and sleep, no more fuss okay? You can play tomorrow."

Qianqian giggled and stuck out her tongue in my direction, suddenly leaned over the bed to plant a kiss on me, and Sandora followed suit. Then the two girls wished each other goodnight and obediently snuggled up on the bed to sleep, leaving me stupefied, watching them occupy what was supposed to be my bed, while I hugged my blanket like a living-dead female toughie preparing to sleep on the floor—how did it end up like this?

Lord Bing also reacted after a while, muttering bizarrely: "Damn, do you even know what you just did?"

I took out a mat from my Personal Space to prepare the ground bed, while waking Lord Bing’s body to move aside first, puzzled: "What? Just a goodnight kiss with my wife, what’s the big deal?"

"...My inclinations are normal, and just now was a first-person view, so intense..." Lord Bing murmured, "While merged with you, I strictly forbid you from getting intimate with any of your girlfriends, hear me? Imagine what it’s like kissing a guy!"

Lord Bing quickly fell asleep after complaining, while I tossed and turned for over half an hour unable to sleep... This time it’s my turn to stay wide awake! But Lord Bing, just think of the chilling example you had just given!

From all the fuss, I finally drifted off to sleep around midnight, in a blur I dreamt of strolling down the bustling streets of Shadow City with Lord Bing, two Lord Bings, three Lord Bings, surrounded by a sea of Bings... with nothing but 36E before my eyes, overwhelmed by the majestic view almost unable to think, then these tough gals brought forth a burly, eight-foot-tall real tough guy, with a hearty booming voice echoing:

"Imagine what it’s like kissing a guy!"

I was startled awake in that instant, seeing my room bright with morning light, realizing I had slept like a log, an eye closed followed by an opened one and morning has come. I rubbed my eyes, about to disperse the hazy feeling from my mind when suddenly a rush of wind swept past by the ears—caught off guard, I was struck with great force and flew away, only at the taking-off moment did I vaguely see what seemed like a glowing white bare foot kicking me.

In an instant of upheaval, I found myself stuck headfirst against the wall, meanwhile on my original sleeping spot, Lord Bing sat up, shielding her chest with one hand, looking at this direction a bit dazed.

After a moment, she raised her hand to greet me: "Yo, Chen, you’re awake?"

I paused for a moment and then realized the Bing before me was no longer a vegetative state, hurriedly checking my own soul and sure enough—no longer feeling the incongruous presence of another consciousness within my soul, Sister Bing had completely and entirely detached from my soul. The female toughie who was covering her chest, a bit startled was indeed the fully recovered Lord Bing!

"I have no idea what happened, but woke up back in my own body," Lord Bing scratching her head, expression puzzled, then broke into a radiant smile, "But anyhow, being back in the original body is great, I’m almost forgetting what touch feels like."

Remaining head-down, hands supporting the floor: "Recovered? Then what’s the meaning of kicking me?"

"Oh, saw a guy lying beside me upon waking up, got startled—my waking low blood pressure."

I: "... You, a Divine Race, having low blood pressure!"

"Shh—" Lord Bing suddenly raised a finger to her lips for silence, pointing towards the bed, "They’re still asleep, if you’re not afraid of waking your girlfriends, go ahead then."

I blinked, finally recalling the entirely unsexy "four-person room" from last night, finding it rather unbelievable: Such a commotion just now, Qianqian didn’t wake up is one thing, but how is it Sandora, with all her senses sharp, didn’t wake up either?

Of course, I wasn’t interested in delving deeper into this matter, curiously picking myself up from the floor, cautiously approaching the bed intending to wake the two girls. But leaning in, I couldn’t resist: Two enchanting girls embraced on the bed, presenting a scene blooming with lilies, as Qianqian used Sandora’s arm as a pillow while Sandora’s hand rested on Qianqian’s chest, their pajamas somewhat disordered though not revealing entirely, still quite suggestive—I could imagine last night, Qianqian’s fierce and rustic sleeping posture played a decisive role.

I stood there, gaping, only staring for a while before Lord Bing sidled up offering a camera: "I figured you need this..."

As I instinctively took the camera, Sandora and Qianqian both awoke...

It took me five minutes to explain why I had this sinful camera in my hands, successfully shifting all blame onto Lord Bing afterward. Only then did Sandora finally notice Lord Bing being back to life, with the two good friends exchanging friendly greetings, naturally followed by a spar: Lord Bing held a grudge against whoever led the disaster upon her body; a female hooligan true to her word, first thing after reviving was seeking revenge from Sandora.

I quickly pulled Qianqian away from the battle zone, washed up, brushed teeth, changed clothes, tidied up, then let out a particularly relaxing and comforting breath: After so long, finally separated from that female hooligan, only imagine the pressure endured these days!

And that lively female hooligan finally restored to her energy, resuming the familiar day-to-day life, the whole world seemed to brighten along.

Soon Sandora and Lord Bing also showed up tidied in front of us, by then everyone in the house was pretty much awake, the erratic-thinking ice sister finally back in form leisurely descended from the upstairs, akin to a national leader disembarking a plane, greeted warmly to every species in the living room, while Sandora and I tailed behind shaking our heads: "Look how she’s flaunting!"

Lord Bing successfully coming back to life naturally made the household lively once again, in fact, we often find reasons to be lively like this for odd reasons: Sometimes to celebrate Empire soccer scoring a goal, sometimes to celebrate Empire soccer not scoring a goal, sometimes to celebrate eggs going on sale, or maybe to celebrate eggs were on sale yesterday—after all, we have an extraordinarily large family, thus many diverse members, they always find excuses to cause a proper ruckus, this time Boss’s victorious return gave the Divine Clan Tiaozi Five ample reason to celebrate: Yelsen suggested sweeping through Erli Bridge, the other gods conducting a great cheer.

Regrettably, these Immortals had been steeped in the First Family’s unique ambiance for quite some time, leaving them only this much ambition.

But I didn’t have time to join their revelry as I still had work: after roaming outside for several days, time to check out Shadow City, Taville’s newly developed Spaceship still waits for inspection. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest driving force. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)